Torchwood Fan Fiction ❯ Bedroom Factotum ❯ Bedroom Factotum 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Rowenpoe 
Ianto's roles
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Ianto's roles
Non Anime: Torchwood Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.16.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 222 | Status: Work In Progress
Torchwood FanFiction
Title:Bedroom Factotum
Summary: Ianto has many roles in Jack’s bed. ;
Warning: slash, homosexual sex, language.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its characters belong to Rusell T
Davies and BBC, I make no money from this or any story, and
they are purely a recreational hobby for fun.
Ianto can tell who Jack is thinking of by the way the captain fucks
him. He thinks he should be used to it by now. He shouldn't care it
is just sex, right? But even if it’s just sex it be nice to be
acknowledged as a participant in the act. For as often as they
shag, Jack ever barely recognizes Ianto as his bed partner, as the
one he is thrusting into. No, Jack is always someplace else
imagining that the one wriggling and writhing under him is not
actually Ianto. Throughout the long months together and
frequency of their shaggin g the tea boy has learned to read the
51st century captain in bed as good as he does in work.
He can tell who is the person Jack is fucking in his mind even
before the older man whispers the name of his imagined sex
partner. For instance the most frequent of Jack's sexual fantasy, is
"The Doctor". Ianto was not surprised there, after all the captain
has spent the last 100 odd years waiting for the man. The
Welshman knows Jack is thinking of The Doctor because there is
a desperation. A sort of longing that takes over him and he takes
Ianto in a frenzy of paradoxical tenderness, as if afraid he would
disappear mid coitus. Like he is making love with a long lost lover,
which might as well be the case.
When Jack gasped Gwen's name for the first time - as hot as their
shagging was and despite how close he had been to cumming-
Ianto lost his erection all together. He didn't know if he was hurt
or angry, and instead of thinking further of it he decided to
remain at the stage of annoyed surprise. Hours of lying awake
afterward Ianto shrugged it off, it was best to accept it rather
than fight or agonize over it. So the young archivist learned that
when thinking of Gwen, Jack became passionate, like fire, burning
hot and all consuming. Sloppy kisses, nails scratching, teeth
biting, sweaty tangles of limbs and sheets, like the sex scenes in
the movies, pure unbridled lust. It annoys Ianto to no end, first
off he feels rather insulted by the fact that Jack visualizes him as a
woman, he allows the older man to bugger him but that doesn't
turn Ianto in to a girl, far from it. Actually Ianto&n bsp;can't figure out
how Jack can imagine he is with a woman when Ianto is obviously
lacking in the feminine physiology department. The captain most
have one hell of an imagination if he can play pretend,there is
soft breast in place of a hard chest, not to mention the amazing
feat of ignoring Ianto's cock bouncing and brushing against the
former time agent's abs, in favor of picturing a dripping wet
cooch. Secondly if Jack wants to fuck Gwen he should go right
ahead and do it. It’s not like either of them is above of having an
affair. Gwen proved it with her 'dangerous liaisons' with Owen.
And Jack has proved it many times over by being Captain Jack
fucking Harkness he can have anyone he wants in whichever way
he wants, what with all those irresistible 51st century
pheromone s, that are powerful enough to turn a 'straight' man
'gay' for him, namely one Ianto Jones.
Now when life shoots them all to hell and sends them rolling in a
cluster-fuck. When Jack becomes angry and embittered be it by a
mission gone wrong, by a spat with Gwen or Owen, or just
because he was having a really fucking bad life. It’s John Hart's
name that he grunts. In those moments Ianto is slightly
frightened. He is not sure of what Jack is capable, he has seen the
man truly enraged, mostly at him with the Lisa incident, and yet
the captain restrains himself. Ianto feels that Jack can hurt and
maim, he feels sometimes he is close to doing it. Yet he waits 'till
he is alone with the tea boy and proceeds to unleash his ange r and
frustration on Ianto. Or rather on John Hart via Ianto. In this
occasions Jack&n bsp;is rough, pulling hair, spanking, slightly strangling,
thrusting so hard and so fast that he pounds Ianto against the
mattress, grunting, groaning and growling. All the while snarling
John's name accompanied by venomous expletives. It’s like angry
rabid make up sex after a huge fight, or more like making love to
your enemy, which like with The Doctor, that might as well be the
case.
Of all their shagging encounters, the ones that have scared and
rocked Ianto to his core have been the rare occasions when Jack
has actually made love to him. Scratch that, not to him , but to
some woman named Sahara, that Jack imagines is taking Ianto's
place. This has only happened less than a handful of times. And
the experience hurts Ianto more than any angry sex does. Because
when Jack is with Sahara, he&nbs p;is in love. His love making - for that
is what it is, and calling it anything less than, it be an insult-
becomes soft, caring and tender. Careful hands explore and caress
thoroughly, the kisses and the thrusting is slow and deliberate,
love gushes out of Jack in waves. And the warmth that soothes
the fortunate woman in the captain's mind, suffocate Ianto in turn.
The first time this happened the young Welshman wept
throughout the glorious experience, however his tears of bliss
mingled with those of disappointment when Jack reverently
whispered the name Sahara, in a hushed sweet tone like he was
saying a prayer. No one had made love to him like that, he never
thought such feelings could exist, let alone that he deserved to
bask in them. And here it was mocking him, hurting and cutting
deep in to his soul. Fo r while he receives this religious experience
-it can't be anything but- it was not meant for him. Jack would
never make love to him like that. That is something he reserved
for Sahara, while Ianto had to suffer and conform with
impersonating her ghost in Jack's mind.
The only times when Jack acknowledges Ianto as the one he is
fucking, are when he is in a playful mood. When there are toys
and games involved. When there is a stop watch, a measuring tape
or naked hide and seek. Then and only then does Jack Harkness
gasps and moans Ianto Jones' name.
Then there are t imes when Ianto Jones is not enough, when his
chest is too flat, ;his cock is one too many and his hole i s not loose
and wet enough. That's when late at night Jack prowls the streets
of Cardiff in search of&n bsp; the favors of real women. Ianto knows
this be cause he is the one who cleans the smell of cheap perfume
out of Jack's great coat, and scrubs the lip rouge out of his shirt's
collars. It makes the young archivist wonder, does Jack uses them
as he uses him. Does he call others name's -does he calls Ianto's-
as he cums inside them. That thought made Ianto pause, Jack
doesn't use condoms when he fucks him, he wonders if the
captain goes bare back on those women too. He makes a note to
himse lf, 'buy and use condoms at all times&nb sp;from now on’; it won’t ;
do if he catches something from Jack's dabbling with those
women. A new question pops in his mind, was it only women, or
did Jack went out to shag other guys when he became bored with
Ianto. If that is so then that puts him a few notches under 'â€fuck
buddy†and maybe a couple of notches above prostitution.
Ianto is no fool; he knows exactly what he is to Jack. And he
agreed to it the moment he insinuated himself to the captain. He
knew it was nothing more or less then convenient sex. He was
only a warm fuck hole for Jack to put his cock into,when he
couldn't be bothered with the intricacy and formalities of one
night stands shagging strangers. Or when the rift and Torchwood
got in the way of cruising for sex. And still it means so much
mor e to Ianto, the Welshman fell in love with Jack, he adores him.
He is loyal and faithful to a fault. His&nb sp;very life is to the beck and
call of the 51st century immortal. Jack gave him meaning a
reason to live after Lisa and Ianto was not going to trow his life
line away. He is convinced Jack needs him as much as he needs
Jack and so&nbs p;he will endure.
Jack can call him every name in the planet during sex if he so
wished it. Well maybe not Owen's even Ianto has his limits. His
dry humor takes over for a moment, maybe he should propose a
bit of role playing to Jack. He can wear Converse with his suits
that would make him more Doctor-ish. A black wig should make
him look like a sick parody of Gwen,Ianto snorts at the thought,
slightly disgusted by the disturbing mental image. Maybe a red
coat and a bottle of booze for when he plays John Hart, he could
never be as brash as the ex-time agent, God forbids. As for
Sahara... Ianto dares not to touch that one.
Ianto is pulled out of his musing by the sound of Jack clearing
his throat. The younger Welshman turns to discover that the
captain is giving him that look. The one with the lustful eyes and
the winning smile. As the older American stalks closer to Ianto he
briefly wonders who is Jack seeing, will he be the longed for
Doctor, desirable Gwen, infuriating John, beloved Sahara or will
he be allow to remain simply Ianto.
Title:Bedroom Factotum
Summary: Ianto has many roles in Jack’s bed. ;
Warning: slash, homosexual sex, language.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all its characters belong to Rusell T
Davies and BBC, I make no money from this or any story, and
they are purely a recreational hobby for fun.
Ianto can tell who Jack is thinking of by the way the captain fucks
him. He thinks he should be used to it by now. He shouldn't care it
is just sex, right? But even if it’s just sex it be nice to be
acknowledged as a participant in the act. For as often as they
shag, Jack ever barely recognizes Ianto as his bed partner, as the
one he is thrusting into. No, Jack is always someplace else
imagining that the one wriggling and writhing under him is not
actually Ianto. Throughout the long months together and
frequency of their shaggin g the tea boy has learned to read the
51st century captain in bed as good as he does in work.
He can tell who is the person Jack is fucking in his mind even
before the older man whispers the name of his imagined sex
partner. For instance the most frequent of Jack's sexual fantasy, is
"The Doctor". Ianto was not surprised there, after all the captain
has spent the last 100 odd years waiting for the man. The
Welshman knows Jack is thinking of The Doctor because there is
a desperation. A sort of longing that takes over him and he takes
Ianto in a frenzy of paradoxical tenderness, as if afraid he would
disappear mid coitus. Like he is making love with a long lost lover,
which might as well be the case.
When Jack gasped Gwen's name for the first time - as hot as their
shagging was and despite how close he had been to cumming-
Ianto lost his erection all together. He didn't know if he was hurt
or angry, and instead of thinking further of it he decided to
remain at the stage of annoyed surprise. Hours of lying awake
afterward Ianto shrugged it off, it was best to accept it rather
than fight or agonize over it. So the young archivist learned that
when thinking of Gwen, Jack became passionate, like fire, burning
hot and all consuming. Sloppy kisses, nails scratching, teeth
biting, sweaty tangles of limbs and sheets, like the sex scenes in
the movies, pure unbridled lust. It annoys Ianto to no end, first
off he feels rather insulted by the fact that Jack visualizes him as a
woman, he allows the older man to bugger him but that doesn't
turn Ianto in to a girl, far from it. Actually Ianto&n bsp;can't figure out
how Jack can imagine he is with a woman when Ianto is obviously
lacking in the feminine physiology department. The captain most
have one hell of an imagination if he can play pretend,there is
soft breast in place of a hard chest, not to mention the amazing
feat of ignoring Ianto's cock bouncing and brushing against the
former time agent's abs, in favor of picturing a dripping wet
cooch. Secondly if Jack wants to fuck Gwen he should go right
ahead and do it. It’s not like either of them is above of having an
affair. Gwen proved it with her 'dangerous liaisons' with Owen.
And Jack has proved it many times over by being Captain Jack
fucking Harkness he can have anyone he wants in whichever way
he wants, what with all those irresistible 51st century
pheromone s, that are powerful enough to turn a 'straight' man
'gay' for him, namely one Ianto Jones.
Now when life shoots them all to hell and sends them rolling in a
cluster-fuck. When Jack becomes angry and embittered be it by a
mission gone wrong, by a spat with Gwen or Owen, or just
because he was having a really fucking bad life. It’s John Hart's
name that he grunts. In those moments Ianto is slightly
frightened. He is not sure of what Jack is capable, he has seen the
man truly enraged, mostly at him with the Lisa incident, and yet
the captain restrains himself. Ianto feels that Jack can hurt and
maim, he feels sometimes he is close to doing it. Yet he waits 'till
he is alone with the tea boy and proceeds to unleash his ange r and
frustration on Ianto. Or rather on John Hart via Ianto. In this
occasions Jack&n bsp;is rough, pulling hair, spanking, slightly strangling,
thrusting so hard and so fast that he pounds Ianto against the
mattress, grunting, groaning and growling. All the while snarling
John's name accompanied by venomous expletives. It’s like angry
rabid make up sex after a huge fight, or more like making love to
your enemy, which like with The Doctor, that might as well be the
case.
Of all their shagging encounters, the ones that have scared and
rocked Ianto to his core have been the rare occasions when Jack
has actually made love to him. Scratch that, not to him , but to
some woman named Sahara, that Jack imagines is taking Ianto's
place. This has only happened less than a handful of times. And
the experience hurts Ianto more than any angry sex does. Because
when Jack is with Sahara, he&nbs p;is in love. His love making - for that
is what it is, and calling it anything less than, it be an insult-
becomes soft, caring and tender. Careful hands explore and caress
thoroughly, the kisses and the thrusting is slow and deliberate,
love gushes out of Jack in waves. And the warmth that soothes
the fortunate woman in the captain's mind, suffocate Ianto in turn.
The first time this happened the young Welshman wept
throughout the glorious experience, however his tears of bliss
mingled with those of disappointment when Jack reverently
whispered the name Sahara, in a hushed sweet tone like he was
saying a prayer. No one had made love to him like that, he never
thought such feelings could exist, let alone that he deserved to
bask in them. And here it was mocking him, hurting and cutting
deep in to his soul. Fo r while he receives this religious experience
-it can't be anything but- it was not meant for him. Jack would
never make love to him like that. That is something he reserved
for Sahara, while Ianto had to suffer and conform with
impersonating her ghost in Jack's mind.
The only times when Jack acknowledges Ianto as the one he is
fucking, are when he is in a playful mood. When there are toys
and games involved. When there is a stop watch, a measuring tape
or naked hide and seek. Then and only then does Jack Harkness
gasps and moans Ianto Jones' name.
Then there are t imes when Ianto Jones is not enough, when his
chest is too flat, ;his cock is one too many and his hole i s not loose
and wet enough. That's when late at night Jack prowls the streets
of Cardiff in search of&n bsp; the favors of real women. Ianto knows
this be cause he is the one who cleans the smell of cheap perfume
out of Jack's great coat, and scrubs the lip rouge out of his shirt's
collars. It makes the young archivist wonder, does Jack uses them
as he uses him. Does he call others name's -does he calls Ianto's-
as he cums inside them. That thought made Ianto pause, Jack
doesn't use condoms when he fucks him, he wonders if the
captain goes bare back on those women too. He makes a note to
himse lf, 'buy and use condoms at all times&nb sp;from now on’; it won’t ;
do if he catches something from Jack's dabbling with those
women. A new question pops in his mind, was it only women, or
did Jack went out to shag other guys when he became bored with
Ianto. If that is so then that puts him a few notches under 'â€fuck
buddy†and maybe a couple of notches above prostitution.
Ianto is no fool; he knows exactly what he is to Jack. And he
agreed to it the moment he insinuated himself to the captain. He
knew it was nothing more or less then convenient sex. He was
only a warm fuck hole for Jack to put his cock into,when he
couldn't be bothered with the intricacy and formalities of one
night stands shagging strangers. Or when the rift and Torchwood
got in the way of cruising for sex. And still it means so much
mor e to Ianto, the Welshman fell in love with Jack, he adores him.
He is loyal and faithful to a fault. His&nb sp;very life is to the beck and
call of the 51st century immortal. Jack gave him meaning a
reason to live after Lisa and Ianto was not going to trow his life
line away. He is convinced Jack needs him as much as he needs
Jack and so&nbs p;he will endure.
Jack can call him every name in the planet during sex if he so
wished it. Well maybe not Owen's even Ianto has his limits. His
dry humor takes over for a moment, maybe he should propose a
bit of role playing to Jack. He can wear Converse with his suits
that would make him more Doctor-ish. A black wig should make
him look like a sick parody of Gwen,Ianto snorts at the thought,
slightly disgusted by the disturbing mental image. Maybe a red
coat and a bottle of booze for when he plays John Hart, he could
never be as brash as the ex-time agent, God forbids. As for
Sahara... Ianto dares not to touch that one.
Ianto is pulled out of his musing by the sound of Jack clearing
his throat. The younger Welshman turns to discover that the
captain is giving him that look. The one with the lustful eyes and
the winning smile. As the older American stalks closer to Ianto he
briefly wonders who is Jack seeing, will he be the longed for
Doctor, desirable Gwen, infuriating John, beloved Sahara or will
he be allow to remain simply Ianto.